Semantics - Juro

They don’t know what they talking about

Misinterpreting everything that I say

Twist the Dutch

But do not twist my words

And distort

The messages that I convey

I make my money

The money don’t make me

These niggas acting like bitches and be faking

I don’t give a flying fuck bout these haters

What they do think or even

Really be saying

I love my women black and European

Asian Caucasian Dominican Trini

I don’t get blinded pussy, I’m in it

Love my girls thick, with a fat butt

Or skinny

But what is for certain, they gotta be pretty

Don’t push me scrap, I’ll bust back, man I’m just silly

You a fool cats ain’t nothing to dog

Dogs ain’t nothing to a wolf when they brawl

Seasons ain’t shyt, I spring back when I fall

Niggas is soft and they limping

They hoes, and I’m pimping

I’m fucking they bitches

While they’re out there simping simply just losing, I’m just winning

Whoop

These women the love thrill, when I drill

Pipe it up pipe it up

Show her the skill

Like ya going for the kill

I do me all day

Cause I got the will

To do so, I’m solo

Getting shh-money on the lolo

I fear none

So I guess I’m a weird one

Excuse me for barely having an opinion

I check facts like truth seeking minion

Hear dem say

They wanna be like me

Not likely

I’m of another type see

So they could never ever gonna be like me

I got my own energy

From G — O — D

To NYC

I represent no matter where I be

I like games but don’t ever try play me

Fuck around and have it backfire on you

You’re not cool

Bitch u liar

Who the fuck are you?!

They don’t know what they talking about

Misinterpreting everything that I say

Twist the Dutch

But do not twist my words

And distort

The messages that I convey

I love my money, I love my family

I love my women sexy with no panties

On

Booty go BOOM POW —

Like it’s a bomb

When I hit it like a toke from a bong

I’m a make her throat choke, with my 3rd arm

I’m a make her kneel before my Armstrong

I always keep it real

Even when the fakes aren’t

Never will they ever

Be able to fulfill or conceal the mind of giant

I see through the eyes of a tiger

I’m lying, I’m a mountain lion

I always been both lover and a fighter

And if I ask what her last name is

Then you know that I like her

Probably the type, I would wife up

But the way things are, it probably

Won’t be for life bruh

Everybody wanna decipher

What love is but they don’t know shit about it

And if you do, why the fuck can’t you seem to find love

Without claiming you can live without it

Ha

I doubt it

I flow like water, and I do what I wanna

I’m a star sun, blazing hotter than the summer

And my bars way harder

Then these wannabe rappers

With ghost writers

I don’t mean to boast

But my flow is tighter (facts)

Roll with the «rappers» with the Kush, (yes)

Now pass the lighter

Lock em' up, For the frauding

I’m an MC vomiting on these sappy rap

Wannabe Individuals sounding pitiful

My flow sharp, it’ll cut deep in you

I’m focused like a Nikon

Watch out for snakes

And the pythons

Fake friends to turn to X-men

This a banger

I done watched so many Girlfriends

Mutate into strangers

I mean what I say, when I say that they change up

They don’t know what they talking about

Misinterpreting everything that I say

Twist the Dutch

But do not twist my words

And distort

The messages that I convey